The gentleness in my mother's heart

Is the fire that burns within her African bones

The fire that rages within my mother's bones

Is the strength of her pure heart

My mother is the lion that roars

It's sound making men cower in their holes

And I am her son

The Phoenix rising from the flames of her funeral pyre

A new born in spite of the death that ties itself to its heels

Like Achilles walking across the planes of Athens oblivious of what kills a man faster than death

A weakness, a woman, a mother's mistake

His mother gave him strength but forgot to make it absolute

My mother instilled in me strength

The strength is as absolute as the universe

Only a woman knows the hidden path to a man's heart

Herodias tricked her husband and demanded for nothing but a man's head

Jezebel was the master of her husband's kingdom

Only my mother knows the way to my father's heart

I know what the crow says when it converses with the wind in the morning

It says

The way to death and damnation is not broad

It rests in the shrine between a woman's thighs

The path to salvation rests in her bosom

Two mountains of hidden milk and honey

I know the way to eternal bliss

It is in a woman's heart

I have journeyed far from home and lost my heart to a stranger

The smile kissing her mouth has drawn me in

Now I yearn to sip the nectar from her lips

I am a man,

And a woman's heart is so fragile, it can't be held

A woman's heart is so soft, it can't be poked

A woman's heart is weak, it can't stand hurt

Fragile, soft and weak hearts, a woman is so powerful she can't be faced in battle

My mother is a warrior

Her love her sword and shield

Cutting across obstacles of flesh and blood

My mother feels hurt but shows no pain

My mother is the mountain in the middle of the road

She does not move

Yet sojourners come to pay tribute at her feet

My mother is the mighty tree is my father's forest

Without which the forest is devoid of its greatness

Yes, my mother is the greatest of all mothers.